Zhuo Bufan died, this time he died very happily, or Shang Xingdao gave him a happy death.

In fact, even if Shang Xingdao didn't kill him, he would probably commit suicide, and he wouldn't let Xiaomei die in vain.

The way of business can be regarded as the fulfillment of him!

Once again, it's back in the save space. Three white gates stand majestically in front of you.

The three archival situations in front of you are: Nameless Mountain, dormitory, and mass grave.

According to the timeline, the closest reading file to Zhuo Bufan's death is the dormitory.

The archive of the dormitory was saved when he saw the eighth day of the lunar month, but the archive is unreadable.

Because Shang Xingdao had already mastered that spell, Layuelou's team was almost wiped out, and even Lan Miaoren was dead.

So the best reading file is Nameless Mountain!

The archive of the "Nameless Mountain" was saved by Zhuo Bufan before he decided to enter the sun.

"Fortunately, this file was saved in time. ”

Zhuo Bufan was very glad that he did not cover the archive of Nameless Mountain.

As long as we go back to that time, then all the tragedies have not yet happened! Layuelou has not yet alarmed the mysterious woman holding the mirror.

As soon as he thought of the woman holding the mirror, Zhuo Bufan was a little inexplicably flustered.

Zhuo Bufan knows very well that that mysterious woman is a character that he can't kill no matter how many times he reads it.

Shang Xingdao called her Jingzun, and her identity was not even qualified to be known by the dead.

"That woman can't be provoked yet, she must kill the business without knowing it. ”

After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he slowly walked to the second archive door, then pushed open the door and walked out slowly.

How to kill the merchant industry without knowing it is a problem, and it is a very serious problem.

......

When Zhuo Bufan opened his eyes again, he found that he was sitting on the stone platform on the top of the nameless mountain.

Looking up at the sky, the sun is shining.

"What a bright and warm light!"

Feel the sunshine, the bright light sweeps away the boredom in Zhuo Bufan's heart.

You must know that after today, it will be annoying rain. Therefore, Zhuo Bufan must cherish today, and he has already decided in his heart that it will be today, into the sun!

"Xiaomei, come out!"

Looking down at the four plum blossom marks on the back of his hand, Zhuo Bufan called out.

But seeing a rainbow light flashing out from the plum blossom brand, Xiaomei, who looked like a doll, appeared in front of Zhuo Bufan.

"Stinky and extraordinary, what are you telling me to do?"

Xiaomei said while holding the wine gourd.

Zhuo Bufan didn't say anything, just hugged Xiaomei, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

"It's great, it's wonderful. ”

witnessed Xiaomei's death, and for some reason Zhuo Bufan wanted to hug her and feel her existence.

was hugged by Zhuo Bufan, Xiaomei's body stiffened, and she was stunned in place.

After she reacted, she opened her tiger tooth mouth and bit Zhuo Bufan's neck violently.

"Let go of me, you scoundrel, you dare to insult my aunt and grandmother, bite you to death!"

Xiaomei naturally didn't know what kind of feelings Zhuo Bufan felt in her heart at the moment, in her opinion, Zhuo Bufan was insulting her.

However, I felt Zhuo Bufan's embrace like a fear of losing. Xiaomei, who was originally biting Zhuo Bufan's neck, slowly let go of her mouth.

Until Zhuo Bufan also let go of his embrace, there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I was rude. ”

"It's nothing, I'm just about to practice, and I need you to help me protect the Fa. ”

The smile on Zhuo Bufan's face was very warm, a little happy and comfortable.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan's smirk, Xiaomei also sat down cross-legged, sat on the ground with the wine gourd and hummed.

"If you practice, you will practice, why are you hugging others? It's really annoying, and it stinks. ”

Xiaomei muttered in her mouth, Zhuo Bufan saw this, touched Xiaomei's head, and said.

"Then please. ”

After speaking, Zhuo Bufan took out a tranquil incense and inserted it in the familiar position. Seeing the sun rise, he slowly closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

"Hoo ......"

"On the eighth day of the lunar month, I said that the cultivation method of the "Amaterasu Sutra" is to have firm thoughts, so that the yin soul is not afraid of the sun. From the sun, a ray of pure sun. ”

Recalling what he had said to himself on the eighth day of the lunar month, Zhang Fan said silently in his heart.

"Spirit, out of body!"

Immediately after, Zhuo Bufan's divine soul slowly floated out of his body. Then sit cross-legged above his head.

The moment his soul wandered out of his body, a sharp pain entered his soul.

It's like falling into a frying pan, burning in the fire, and the scorching energy eats away at the body and soul.

However, this time, Zhuo Bufan didn't even snort. He gritted his teeth and let his soul endure the scorching heat of the sun.

Firm thoughts, so that he did not just think about giving up like the last time.

Last time, because it was too painful. Zhuo Bufan had only one thought in his head, and that was to let the pain end quickly.

It was precisely because of that thought that he failed to enter the yang.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, it was said that the so-called pure yang is not just the pure yang at noon. Only with firm thoughts can we achieve true pure yang.

As Zhuo Bufan's thoughts became more and more determined, sweat began to slide down his forehead.

After a moment, he slowly opened his mouth and exhaled a breath from his mouth, which was unexpectedly distorted with hot energy.

Soon, Zhuo Bufan, with his firm willpower, had already let his soul begin to adapt to the painful burning feeling.

However, the pain is everywhere, and the feeling is like putting the palm of your hand in a red-hot iron pot and roasting it.

It can only be said that Zhuo Bufan's adaptation is because he has become numb and no longer has that kind of consciousness.

When the soul gradually adjusts to the scorching light, it will be able to carry out the most crucial step - the sun!

"Kanyang!"

Suddenly, the black divine soul on the throne above Zhuo Bufan's head raised his hands to the sky, and a golden light fell from the round sun and poured into the top of the divine soul's head.

That was the ray of pure sun at three o'clock in the afternoon.

The moment the golden light was like a soul, the pain was a hundred times and a thousand times worse than before.

"Whoa......"

Zhuo Bufan let out a low roar, which made people shudder to hear.

But in addition to the pain, it can be clearly seen that Zhuo Bufan's soul has begun to appear with blurred facial features and skin, and it is no longer a black appearance like before.

"Oh no, there's not enough time. ”

Just when Zhuo Bufan was trying to hold the sun, he suddenly saw that the Ning Shen incense that was lit on the ground had been burned.

The pure yang golden light above his head disappeared in an instant. The vague facial features that had already emerged also dissipated, and finally turned into black again.

"Damn, the time of detention is slow, it's just a little bit, it's almost a success. ”

When the spirit returned to its place, Zhuo Bufan slammed his fist on the ground, looking extremely regretful and depressed.

A quarter of an hour, or fifteen minutes.

If he can't succeed in fifteen minutes, then everything will have to start all over again.

Although Zhuo Bufan worked hard, was very determined, and was very strong to withstand the pain of the Great Sun Scorching Soul, he still failed.

Zhuo Bufan drooped his head, and Xiaomei on the side didn't know what to say after seeing it.

In her opinion, Zhuo Bufan has worked quite hard. She could see the pain that Zhuo Bufan had just endured, and it was definitely not the pain that ordinary people could bear.

"No, I have to enter the sun, I have to reach the triple level of the divine soul, and I have to comprehend that spell before the old thief. ”

originally thought that Zhuo Bufan would be depressed, but he didn't expect him to quickly regain his strength.

"Then let's continue tomorrow, don't you only have a quarter of an hour every day?" Xiaomei said on the side.

After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said, "Tomorrow, I can't wait tomorrow." ”

Zhuo Bufan knows very well what the hell tomorrow will be. He can only succeed in the sun today, only today.

"But you don't have a chance. Xiaomei said.

"Chance?" Zhuo Bufan lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Then, I saw him stretch out his hand and summon the Thousand Evil Sword from the ring. Then he gripped the handle of the sword with both hands and looked at the sharp blade.

Zhuo Bufan put his sword horizontally and leaned it on his neck.

"Opportunity is bought with life. ”

Burst!

As soon as Zhuo Bufan's words fell, the sword in his hand slashed his throat! Xiaomei didn't even have time to react, she only saw the blood in Zhuo Bufan's throat, gushing out, splashing a blood-colored match in the air!